Dodger laughed, bending to pick up his hat with a fake little grumble. Why was it people always seemed to go for knocking it off? He twists his wrist, performing a fancy little flip to get it back on to his head. He then moves his head just slightly, and his hat is sitting at the perfect angle.

Just the picture of the Artful Dodger.

"No one would," was the easy reply. "Jem's that sort of hot air what only bothers. He ain't never goin' to be the top sawyer type."